A. [He had woken up a while ago, long enough to at least to play the role of a performer and win enough money to pay for some food and a set of simply made clothes. He didn't need much, and it hardly hid him from the eyes of passerby. But he had long gotten used to such stares, both for his strange hand, the marking over his eye, and the pure white hair that often got him mistaken for an older man from behind.]
[But after a while the stares began to turn away from him. He blinked and started towards the general direction of some onlookers, catching sight of the many booths and decorations.]
[Ah, they must be setting up for a festival. For a moment he just looked on, a small smile coming to his face as he remembered the carnivals back home. It wasn't exactly the same, but seeing the game and many food booths reminded him of those leading to the tents.]
[Still, it was fascinating to him. He'd never taken part in a Japanese festival before. Mostly because all of Japan had been taken over by Akuma and often times the partakers where using such things to draw in humans for the slaughter. But this one was nice! He couldn't sense any Akuma anyway! And when he noticed a little old lady struggling with some signing he quickly acted to help her, and soon enough he was running all over the place doing this and that.]
B. [Other than helping the people set up, he also decided to use the current situation to his advantage. After all he had just been transplanted from his world to a new one, without a single dime on him. You know what that means, it was time to make some money.]
[As more crowds built up he decided to start performing, after all he did still have a clown costume in his bag, although he was missing the makeup and most of his props, but it hardly mattered. He kept the people focused in on his tricks and stunts, easily balancing on balls as he juggled and danced. And at the end of every show he would activate clown crown for a single moment within his finale, the long coat swirling around him before he took a deep, masked bow.
[Another way he decided to make money was to go around and trick people into playing poker with him. After all he was just a kid, until he beat them, and beat them again, and again...Well he was a professional cheater at cards you know. Will your character be swindled down to their underwear or will he stand up and face this pretty 16 year old, calling him a liar and a filthy cheat?]
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[But after a while the stares began to turn away from him. He blinked and started towards the general direction of some onlookers, catching sight of the many booths and decorations.]
[Ah, they must be setting up for a festival. For a moment he just looked on, a small smile coming to his face as he remembered the carnivals back home. It wasn't exactly the same, but seeing the game and many food booths reminded him of those leading to the tents.]
[Still, it was fascinating to him. He'd never taken part in a Japanese festival before. Mostly because all of Japan had been taken over by Akuma and often times the partakers where using such things to draw in humans for the slaughter. But this one was nice! He couldn't sense any Akuma anyway! And when he noticed a little old lady struggling with some signing he quickly acted to help her, and soon enough he was running all over the place doing this and that.]
B. [Other than helping the people set up, he also decided to use the current situation to his advantage. After all he had just been transplanted from his world to a new one, without a single dime on him. You know what that means, it was time to make some money.]
[As more crowds built up he decided to start performing, after all he did still have a clown costume in his bag, although he was missing the makeup and most of his props, but it hardly mattered. He kept the people focused in on his tricks and stunts, easily balancing on balls as he juggled and danced. And at the end of every show he would activate clown crown for a single moment within his finale, the long coat swirling around him before he took a deep, masked bow.
[Another way he decided to make money was to go around and trick people into playing poker with him. After all he was just a kid, until he beat them, and beat them again, and again...Well he was a professional cheater at cards you know. Will your character be swindled down to their underwear or will he stand up and face this pretty 16 year old, calling him a liar and a filthy cheat?]